Thursday, November 1, 2018

Dear God, let me be not distracted. Let me be intent on what is before me, grateful that in this moment all is as you would have it.

How perverse, that I continually seek to escape this perfect moment into numb idleness and brooding over future ills and elations. That world is a shadow world, yet I run to it as if it had substance and something to offer.

Lord, all I can touch is in this moment. Let me live here.

(Letter #1391)